<Making love is the purest way to feed a soul>

|Jadesola|

PLEASANT SURPRISE rang in his deep voice. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I drew close to lace my fingers into his silken hair and a soft sigh escaped him. "I'm tired of holding back, Kian. I want you to replace the bad memories with good ones."

Quiet, Kian laid in my arms as he tipped his face up, watching me. Beams of moonlight flooded the room in a bright haze, striking his alluring features; lush pink lips, glittering azure eyes and long lashes that fanned those gorgeous cheekbones. "It's a tempting offer Jade, but you're still sore. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"I'm not sore any longer so you won't. And I also want to pleasure you," I pleaded in a soft tone, massaging his scalp.

"God," a helpless groan left his mouth as he rolled me across the bed, flipping me down so his body loomed over mine. Heat radiated from him, his erection prodding at my inner thighs. "You make me want you more."

"I need you more." I stared into his beautiful eyes, cupping his cheeks with my palms. Heart pounding furiously, I pressed my lips against his.

It was a slow kiss. A sweet one that made my toes curl and my pulse race wildly. Eager, he tugged on my upper lip with his teeth, sucked on my lower lip, as if sugar was coated on it, nibbling and grazing lightly. And as he did, a tingling sensation pooled in my belly, an agonizing rapture that scorched me until I could only taste the sweeping of his tongue brushing against mine. Could only taste him loving my mouth.

As he kissed me, his hands worked fast. They skimmed my nightie over my body, pushing it onto the bed, his pajamas going off as well, so we both laid naked, our bodies flush against each other.

Legs entwined with mine, Kian halted the kiss and trailed another chain of kisses down the arch of my neck. He ran his hot tongue across my heated flesh, nipping and biting. I shivered, moaning, aware there would be evidence of his tame but erotic loving.

He pushed his head between the valley of my heaving breasts, my nipples, rock-hard.

"I'm sorry for bruising these beauties," he whispered and blew air on my pebbled nipples, squeezing both of my breasts gently. They swelled, my nipples puckering as he bit down, grazing my piercings with his teeth while playing with the other.

Hot zings of desire charged through me and my fingers raking across his muscled back in reckless abandon.

"Kian," I whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to press my heaving chest closer into his mouth. He only chuckled and strung my vulnerable body to a high-pitch, my pussy becoming slicker with moisture every time he suckled at me.

Done teasing my nipples, that arousing tongue of his drooped lower. His thumb flitted over the smooth muscles of my stomach, caressing the dips and curves of my hips and waist. His touch was maddening and he knew it. Heated cries escaped me as I trembled, pining for more.

Warm hands edged to my inner thighs and nudged them apart.

Even as heat burst inside me, I sucked in a sharp breath, terrified. The dark memories threatened to rip their claws into my heart, the searing pain that had lanced through me, dampening my desire for him.

Kian noticed and he drew up to view the fear that flickered across my expression

"Jade." He tugged my hand forward and placed it onto his chest. The beating of his heart reverberated along my skin, a pounding vibration that imitated mine.

His gaze held me spellbound. Care and an emotion I wasn't ready to accept, shone in those blue eyes. "As long as my heart beats, I will never hurt you again. This, I swear to you."

His words were like the rays of the sun, bright and dazzling, after a wicked storm had wreaked havoc. They assured me and I pressed my hand firmer on his chest, nodding. "I believe you."

With a husky groan, he lowered his head and kissed me again. This time, his kiss was passionate, fierce. A wild melody of hope and new desires sprang to life. My heart sang and I let myself feel. There would be no second thoughts.

Again, he dipped his face down and widened my legs. I freely gave him access, my insides tightening with anticipation.

Kian planted his hands underneath my ass, his fingers digging into my skin. Chilly air wafted onto my exposed pussy as a slight puff of breath teased my wetness. I gasped in disbelief, eyes widening.

Was he sniffing at me?

"What are you doing?" Head spinning, I reclined forward, trying to see what exactly he was doing.

He shot his head up, that lewd glimmer in his eyes, blowing me away. "Inhaling your essence."

Oh.

Before I could redden beneath that mischievous stare, his head went down and he buried his nose inside my moist pussy. "You smell so fucking good. I could breathe you in all day."

"Oh my God!" I cried and fell back onto the sheets, twisting my upper body. I should have been appalled. This was nasty, a weird kink. But the thought of him, nose stuck inside me, had my core clenching hard.

His hot tongue stabbed deep into my pussy, lapping at me. Licking. Eating. Swirling. As he ate me out, he pushed his finger in, rubbing pleasurable circles on my clit.

"More, I need more," I moaned, rolling my head. My twists had long since slipped out from my bonnet so they fanned the bed, askew.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Jade," he grunted, his rough tone buzzing against my clit. He swirled his tongue inside my pussy, soaking my juices up, gentle, then faster until he mimicked a fucking motion. And he was wicked about it. He would tease me, pulling back all the way then thrusting back in violently.

Shameless, I ground my hips against his face, wanting more. Needing more. Every ounce of me was riveted to his skilled tongue eating me up like I was his last meal. Fire ignited in me as my thighs shook, quivering so intensely, hungry moans spilling out of my lips.

"That's it, let go for me, baby." He flicked a thumb onto my clit, thrusting his tongue so deep he hit my g-spot. Liquid heat blasted my sense of reasoning to pieces, molten desire thrumming beneath my veins.

"Kian!" I screamed, rocking and buckling wildly. My fingers clutched at his hair, gripping the strands so taut I was sure they must sting but he didn't care. Orgasm sizzled on my nerve ends, my pussy tightening on his fingers.

"Come for me." As he sucked, unrelenting, he pressed my nub hard with a thumb, my juices dripping onto the sheets. "And scream my name as you do."

"Kian!!" Senseless pleasure hit me and I was coming, falling from a great height. My eyes rolled back, body shuddering, as my back hurled off the bed and down, head flung into ecstasy.

It took a minute or two before I regained awareness.

"You took it like a good girl. I'm proud of you." Hushed murmurs of praise reached my ears as he stroked the sides of my hips, those lips that had pleasured me, glinting with my wetness.

I began sitting upright, eager to return the favor and give him pleasure as well.

Except he pushed me down gently, his voice raspy and hoarse. "Tonight is for you, Jade. Let me love you."

I roamed my gaze across the planes of his handsome face, stopping to stare into his eyes that were ablaze with passion. Fire. Hunger. Coupled with the moonlight, those emotions lit his expression and I could only stare back, brushing a finger across his brows, lips and cheeks.

Kian hovered over me, supporting his weight on his arms, his lower body pressing onto mine. For a slight second, I had a hunch he would say something. But he was silent, his eyes speaking volumes. They held me captive, looking at me askance, as if asking for permission to love me. And I knew my answer. This time, zero doubts niggled at me. He was my husband. Mine. And he was finally going to make me his woman. So I shook my head, yes.

His erection nudged my folds and he began thrusting inside me, slowly. Like before, he was big, but I was soaking wet so it was easy for him to slide his hard cock all the way in.

A tiny gasp escaped me and I cast a look up at him. His face was strained, his teeth bared as he spared me some minutes to adjust to his thick girth. It took him a huge effort to restrain himself from slamming inside me and the thought of him holding back, warmed my very soul.

In a low, raping tone, he grunted, "Let me know if you're feeling uncomfortable."

"I'm fine. Just love me, Kian," I whispered, spreading my palms on the rippling muscles of his back. There was no pain, just a pleasant fullness.

Without another word, he began moving, capturing my gaze with his. My pussy walls clamped on his dick whenever he rotated his hips, surging into me with deep, penetrative thrusts.

"You're so fucking tight," he grunted harshly as he pushed into me, faster now. Powerful thrusts that hit at that sensitive spot in me, so fucking hard.

Arching my back, my fingers sank into his sides as he fucked me. It was wanton. So dirty but I loved the feel of him. The feel of his rigid penis driving inside me, pounding my clit hard until I saw stars.

"Kian!" I moaned, clutching him tighter. Desire ran red-hot and my breasts bounced, jiggling with the force of his hips hitting against me.

Reaching with a hand, he popped a hardened nipple into his mouth, his pelvis and balls grinding against mine as he hit that bundle of nerves inside my core.

Wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and our breathless moans filled the room, sweat dotting our bodies despite the frigid air circulating.

"You complete me, Jade. You fucking make me whole," he growled, still suckling my breasts as he pumped into me.

For every forceful fuck of his, I surged upwards, meeting his every hit. Every push that plunged me straight into oblivion. We moved in perfect synchronization, a fitted puzzle.

"I-I'm going to come," I breathed, shaking my head to and fro. I was still sensitive from the last orgasm and his cock driving into me, hard and fast stimulated me. An unbearable pleasure.

"Come with me, Jade." He rubbed my clit furiously with his thumb. That ruthless command unlocked something in me and I did as he bid, coming.

"Kian, fuck!" I screamed, baring my soul and heart. My vision went white and my pussy clenched tight on him, sending waves after waves of pleasure rippling through my body.

"Fuck, I need to pull ou—" a guttural groan ripped out of his throat and he jerked out of me. A jet load of his hot cum sprayed on my inner thighs and onto the red sheets. As he came in thick, ropey spurts, an irrational part of me wanted him to cum in me. To bear his children but I tossed that crazy longing away. I didn't possess any breeding kink and I wasn't exactly sure what we were.

Breathing heavily, Kian rolled away from me. At that point, I didn't mind. I laid limp, basking in the glow of orgasmic bliss. Slow, unhurried pants escaped my open mouth as if I'd just ran a marathon, all the energy in me depleted. Aftershocks of desire still scorched at my nerve ends.

Strongs arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me towards him.

"You were amazing." He kissed my clammy forehead.

"Most amazing sex you've had?" A tinge of jealousy coated my tone as I trailed a finger over the contours of his abs.

His chest rumbled. He was laughing at me. "The very best."

"You. . ." I never got to finish what I was saying when the urge to puke hit me. Immediately, I flung the sheets aside and ran to the toilet on shaky legs.

Kian's footsteps thudded after me. "Jade, what's wrong?"

A reply lingered on the tip of my tongue but it never came forth, not with the acrid taste of vomit looming in my throat.

Whirling around, I heaved the contents of my stomach inside the toilet bowl. Hardly anything emerged but the yearning to hurl my entire belly out was still strong.

"What's wrong?" He held my twists away from my face. I shook my head, I don't know, dry-heaving. My stomach rolled violently as I retched some more.

For a while, we stayed in that position, me yanking out air and emitting strangling noises into the toilet and him, patting my back whilst uttering soft words of comfort.

The nausea passed and when I felt better, I stretched up to meet his worried gaze.

"Are you okay?" Anxiety laced his tone.

"Yeah, I'm better now." I wiped my mouth with a hand, slightly embarrassed he'd viewed me in this messed up state.

"You're sure? I didn't disgust you?" His dim eyes flickered to my thighs that were stained with his cum.

Oh, no, no. He couldn't possibly believe I puked because he came on me?

Itching to reassure him it was the opposite, I embraced him. "No, I think it's a stomach bug. Or maybe, consequences of drinking too much at the party. Probably that."

His hands hung by his sides, the look on his face, disbelieving.

Okay, I've got to do better than that.

I pulled away and caressed his jaw, hoping my touch conveyed the affection I felt for him. "I want you to remove that notion from your mind. Yes, my body revolted against your touch in the past but you don't disgust me anymore. You made tonight memorable for me and what we did, making love today, will always hold a special place in my heart. Because it is the first time someone has ever made me feel safe, pleasured and loved all at the same time. So you, Kian, are an amazing man. Never doubt that."

He remained mute, glittering blue eyes boring into mine. But what was worse was his dazed expression. It was annoyingly blank.

Unnerved, I snapped a finger in his face. "Kian! You're making me nervous by not saying anything. Talk!"

As if a switch had been flicked on, a shitty-eating grin split his lips wide. He'd been messing with me. Tugging me close, he kissed me on the mouth, hard. With my vomit and all.

"Yuck, Kian! I just puked!" I yelped but he ignored me. If anything, he speared his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so passionately.

"Doesn't matter." He grinned against my mouth, already aroused, his cock poking at my belly.

"You're so nasty," I scolded, chuckling, my insides warmed by his surprising actions. Unable to resist the feel of him, I sagged into his arms.

"Only for you." He licked my lower lip before he lifted his head and smacked my ass, light. "Come on, I'll run another bath for you."

He ran a hot bath for me. We both washed our bodies together and he made love to me a second time. Afterwards, he wrapped me in a towel, cleaned his cum off on the bed and settled my tired ass on the bed. He slipped into the sheets and cuddled my naked body to his. His skin was scorching yet it soothed mine.

Content, my mind ran through what we'd just done. Our fight. The promises we'd made. The way he'd loved me, softly, gently. Frankly speaking, sex wasn't bad. When done with the right person, it was addictive. A high I needed to feel again, if for the third time. And I would, except that I felt deliciously sore and I couldn't lift a single finger, sleep enclosing me.

"Kian?" A random thought hit me.

"Yeah?" His voice floated into the air, a calming blanket of warmth.

"What about your ex-wife? What happened? Why did you divorce her?"

When he dragged in a rough breath, I knew I wasn't getting an answer. "That is a story for another day, sweetheart. One I promise to tell you but right now, I'm tired. You're tired. So let's just go to sleep. Is that okay?"

Knew it.

"Yeah." There was no strength in me left to protest. My eyes were already half-closed.

"Kian?"

"Baby?" He didn't sigh at my disturbance, if anything, he rubbed comforting circles on my back.

"I lied, your jollof rice banged."

His voice was tinged in confusion and I could imagine him furrowing a brow. "Banged?"

"Nigerian slang for it was good. Very tasty."

A smile laced his pleased tone. "I knew you liked it."

"I did," I murmured, eyelids drooping.

"Jade?"

"Hmm?" was my faint reply.

"I'm sad I didn't allow myself to compliment you but you looked so beautiful today. Absolutely gorgeous that I wanted to pull you in my arms and kiss you deeply. Tell you how much you made my heart beat so fast just by looking at you," he whispered, soft breath fanning my cheeks as he gently stroked the nape of my neck.

A faint grin crossed my lips but my face was pushed into his chest so he remained clueless. Regardless, I would let him know I heard.

Despite the urge to sink into the gentle hands of sleep, I patted his chest, a feeble motion. "Thank you and it's fine. I didn't also tell you how handsome you looked so I guess we're even now. You looked so yummy, so gorgeous, so sexy. I wanted to take a picture of you so it would last longer except that tears were sliding down my thighs and I know I shouldn't be telling you this, but I will because we just had the most amazing sex ever even though I don't have anyone to compare with and my sentences are run-ons now, fuck. . ."

My voice trailed off, eyes bolted shut but I could still hear him chuckling, quiet. "You really ramble when you're sleepy, don't you? And fuck me, but it just makes you cute. I'm so glad you're mine now, Jade."

He seemed to murmur that last bit to himself.

Drowsy, I didn't reply, lulled to sleep by the gentle beating of his heart. And as I slept, another dark question ricocheted within the confines of my mind.

During our confrontation, had Kian only been telling me what I wanted to hear?

A/N: Sorry, no hardcore sex yet. I wanted it to be sweet, soft and a gentle initiation xx. It's what Jade deserves! Hard core sex comes in chap 42. Tee hee hee. And idk why but this gentle sex scene was hard to write. That's why I took so long.😔 Gah, thank God I'm not writing it again.😭🤣

Question:

1. Was this sex scene okay?

2. Why dyu think Jadesola puked? And how did that reason come about? Hehehe. Who ever answers correctly, gets the next chapter dedicated to them

Also, if you think the storm is over, don't! A.M the serial killer still lurks around (his pov comes next btw). The secrets of Katharina, Kian's ex, aren't yet out. Kian still hates black people apart from Jade. Many things are still left unresolved. LE SIGH. BUT FEAR NOT, 10 CHAPTERS ARE LEFT!!!!! Yes, I could scream in happiness rn!😛 just 10 chappiesss lovessssss.

P.s: I have also published the first chapter of my new book, A Touch of Sin! Please check it out and tell me what you think. Pretty please!😍❤️❤️

Love,
Nita.
(The author, who is so happy cos she has ten chapters left!!!!)